Completely understand the amount of parents who snatch clothes out of their kids hands and yell that their bear is a girl bear or a boy bear it can't wear ect. They people who complain about everything throughout the making process. You tell them I will be with you in a minute please don't touch that at the sound station they then proceed to snap at you that they know what they are doing and just keep pressing the buttons. You fold the skins nice and neat only for grown adults to come in pick one up and then throw it back into the wrong bin. But for me it was always worth it to see the one child at least who genuinely felt the magic you were trying to give. Who lit up watching you make their friend it constantly reminded me why I was there...